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Okay, okay, okay–you think you get it now: she’s <span class="mu-i">drunk</span>! Blitzed, even! That’s why this broad’s acting all mysterious and asking you these weird questions! Looking at your uh, ‘<span class="mu-i">Auntie</span>’ with a relieved smirk, you feel your inhibitions floating away knowing she’s not even gonna remember your name come this time tomorrow!
Well, you begin with a drawn-out sigh, if she really wants to know-
“I <span class="mu-s">do</span>.” She interrupts, watching you with renewed interest. Easy, Stan, you think to yourself, it’s just her booze talking! And speaking of, maybe it’s <span class="mu-i">your</span> past drinks talking, but a part of you feels somewhat emboldened by the situation–enough so that when you open your mouth again, something surprisingly truthful comes out:
You want to be <span class="mu-i">remembered</span>, you explain as you try and fail to look your conversation partner in her obscured eyes. By lots of people. A <span class="mu-i">BUNCH.</span>
“Fame…” Murmurs Auntie Hazel as the corner of her mouth curls upwards. “You seek renown.”
Yea, you nod! Except… well, <span class="mu-i">no</span>. Not exactly. You just… maybe this whole wedding thing is putting your life into perspective, you know?
The woman cocks her head to the side. “Whatever do you mean?”
You respond by gesturing to the party around you. Isn’t it obvious? There’s gotta be at least, like, <span class="mu-i">twenty</span> people here and you barely know any of them!
“Surely your friends are around here somewhere…” Hazel replies as she takes a sip from her drink.
You <span class="mu-i">wish!</span> First your friend Gus couldn’t make it because he’s working all day at his stupid <span class="mu-r">PIZZA GIG!</span> Then your bestie Sybil had some dumbass <span class="mu-i">eldritch conference</span> to attend today, so of course <span class="mu-i">SHE</span> couldn’t make it either! You’re always there when <span class="mu-i">she</span> needs you, so why can’t she spare some of her time to… To…
You pause to wipe the haze from your eyes as the woman watches with interest. Booze must be messing with your eyes, damn it!
“And now your brother will be spirited away to a whole new life.” The woman confirms in a solemn tone. “Do you fear being <span class="mu-s">alone</span>, Stanley?”
The word stabs your chest like an invisible knife. W-wha?! N-no, you snap, you don’t care what people do with their lives, okay?
“Why should you?” Hazel asks, drumming her fingers against her glass. “All that time and effort you’ve invested–it’s discomforting to know that it could all fall to pieces over one… what did you say? ‘<span class="mu-i">Art Bitch?</span>”
Yea, you mutter as you wipe the excess moisture from your eyes, exactly!
>CONTD.
